They're trying to scare the poo out of me, here.
I thought an octopus had got me. (Not that
it needs much scaring with a diet of milk, I have to add.)
The big hairy one gets up to more mischief than the milkmaid.
Dear diary,
They're trying to scare the poo out of me, here.
I thought an octopus had got me. (Not that
it needs much scaring with a diet of milk, I have to add.)
The big hairy one gets up to more mischief than the milkmaid.
You may be wondering about all the scratchings in the title...
they're having trouble deciding what to call me, exactly.
This latest one is Sis's idea... well it's what she parrots
when they say my middle name.
I'm still not sure....
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